Labor Day Mishaps

It's May already and it's mother's day month! Last labor day I went to meet a friend at MOA with my little boy. I'm glad that he wasn't that cranky to come with me to meet his godmother.

First day of the month isn't so good because J and I had a fight. I was giving him cold shoulders because I was really disappointed. To cut it short, we argued like we were high school kids. When there was already silence in the room and I was crying, LJ went out of the CR after finishing his bath and saw me sad. He immediately asked, "Mama, sad?" I couldn't lie to the little boy and I said yes. Tears were welling my eyes and falling from my cheeks again. He wasn't even dressed up, sat beside me and was trying to calm me and kept telling me to stop crying. He was busy looking for my cellphone thinking that it would make me a little relieved and happy. He went to his dad and told him, "Papa, talk." He meant to talk to me and somehow change my mood. He went back and forth to me and his papa and he stroked my face and my head and was trying to calm me. I felt so loved that time by my son. I can feel the sincerity of how he wanted me to be happy that time. That made me cry even more.

After moments of our silence and my crying, I remembered what Mommy Fleursaid here, "ang pride parang panty lang yan, pag di mo binaba walang mangyayari." Then, I tried to calm J and was doting him. My point in my argument was not be right but for him to know what made me feel disappointed and somehow not to have the same conversation again. A mature person is the one who faces all the consequences of his actions not walking away from it. "What you don't know won't hurt you" doesn't apply to me.

Good that we slept the night off setting aside the arguments and we were both laughing of what happend. We get to see the soft side of our son and was really surprised of his love for his parents at a young age.